Blackberry Curve 8900

My babbbbby<3
Finally a new phone. I'lll make it last to all you non-believers out there!



After every traumatic event that takes place, I always want a drastic change to shift my focus. Last week, I rearranged my room. It did help a litttle. Makes me feel a lot less clutttered. Last night, I dyed my hair light golden brown...It did NOT turn out nice... But I have to wait like a week to dye it back. Everyone says to dye it back to burgundy. I'm not suuure yet.


Meat sent me a website that explained that long distance running doesn't really help weight loss. It has to be quick, intense cardio workout to burn fat. Well, fuck my life. 32 miles down the drain. Only thing I got out of running at Mile Square Park was the nastiest tan in America.


I understand that I'm not always going to be liked by everyone. I know I can't always get along with the world. I just hate it when people dislike/hate me for something I didn't even fuckin' do. Everyone always has a story about me. More than half of them are not even true. I honestly appreciate all the close friends I have that don't believe the stories they hear because they know how I truly am. I'm sure I have a long list of people who hate me; but the thing is that it's usually for matters that aren't even in my control or even consider my association. I mean, if you hate me, have a logical reason to. It'll spare me the agony of trying to justify your anger. This sort of situation happened, not once, but twice this week already. TWICE. It's just mind-numbingly stupid, and I'm fed up.


I'm still sick as fuck. I seriously feel like I'm about to fall over and die. This sick ass cough is not going away whatsoever. Sounds like a grown ass fucking man is stuck inside of me.



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